𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊Weirdcore: The Cat𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

But it doesn't matter right now. You are running, and the path kind of looks like it has a life on its own. It gets longer, shorter and suddenly there is a tree just in front of you. You see its roots shifting into many long, pink snakes and branches into thousands of yellow, annoyingly looking butterflies. You almost bump into all this mess, when suddenly there is nothing around you. It's just you and the cat, looking at each other. It open its mouth and you get this bad feeling. You pounce on him, trying to cover his mouth, but it is too late. The cat meows and you are both starting to fall. The walls are staring at you, but the cat is no longer interested. It is falling down, pretty unbothered, unlike you, panicking like a crazy person. The cat doesn't say a word, but you can feel him despising you at this very moment. Don't worry. It despises all of us. He's just holding a grudge over you leaving him for so long. You shouldn't worry about that either. It has no idea if it has been a one hundred years or ten minutes. Neither do you, if you can be completely honest with yourself. You certainly can with me. After all, none of this is real and in the same time, everything is. But I don't expectt of you to understand. You were out of here for way too long. Let's not forget: you are falling. And everything that is falling, should, at last, either crash or land. As you notice this very obviousness, you close your eyes, once again panicking. The cat doesn't approve, but it's, once again, alright. When you open them you are no longer falling, but you still seem pretty alive. You were falling so long that you began to float, which you didn't notice at all. Both you and the cat are sitting in a tree house. You stand up way too quickly, so you have to ignore your aching head, looking out of the window. You are in the middle of the same forest-like place, where the cat was chasing you. You hear a giggle, but there's no one laughing. Or maybe it's the house. Don't think about it too much. You have your strawberry milk to drink. Hurry up, before it gets too hot. Or before it decides to drink you, instead. Trees behind the window seem to look at you, as you finally decide to take a sip. You know that you should be alerted, but all of this feels smoothing. You close your eyes for one second. 

"I knew you were smart. You are safe, as long as you believe you are" says the cat, who finally decided to speak. It still seems a little offended, but he gets closer and sits on your lap, at last. It winks at you and you wink back. Or at least you believe it did. There's no certainty when talking about cyclops and winking. You are thinking about an appropriate thing to say, but you can't find any. The cat does it for you. 

"You will enjoy yourself here. You always have. Just be aware of the Wicked Narrator and you should be fine". 

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